[PREVIEW: how does it feel to meet your friend for just a moment ??? shall one crib abt the transitory meet or shall one live the emotions to the fullest? experienced it first hand--and so portrayed it, but metaphorically]
The pebble lies on the shore
The wave, afar, ragingly roar:
It’s coming.
It wakes, ready to sweep,
A slumber, not too deep---
No longer dreaming!
The water swirls up fast to splash
Gleaming white to have a bash,
Joy is brimming!
The froth, the solid, the usher and so
The whoosh, the hug, the smile galore:
Excitement summing.
Immense fun, abandoned glitch,
Moments weaving the priceless stitch
Memories forming!
Rapid receding, akin the come:
Hopeful adieu, tears some…
Sadness storming.
Melancholy struck, a lumpy throat:
Sunken heart, hopes afloat
The heart is strumming.
The wave, ebbed far, silently roar
The sand is wet, pebble still on shore
Linger continues humming.
